Summertime is rolling around, it's time to head back to Coven City. I've missed my grandparents so much I haven't seen them in about a year and a half or so. I can't wait to see them and for them to see how much I've grown. I wonder if they did anything different with the house. Last time I was there my grandpa seemed like he was planning on building another room to the house. I wonder if he actually went through with it. I guess we'll see when we get there hopefully Granny will cook something good for us to eat.
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